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One world took place in an isolated sub-sect of a larger setting, specifically in Aperture's Testing Facility. While the invasion took some time to find the place, when they did attack, the siege was short lived. Using advanced munitions and robotic drones under the direct command of a formidable computerized intellect, GLaDOS's security measures and testing chambers only slowed them down. Once the invaders had cleared the area of any actual threats, they began to strip the place. However, the intelligence in charge saw greater potential for such a facility, and began to make it a secondary base of operations. Utilizing the vacant mainframe and the quirky personality contraptions called Cores, Aperture Labs was re-purposed.
Outside, were the waste-landers. Weather hardened scavengers, large blue-skinned mutations and radioactive cannibals, mad to the last one. The invaders were ragtag, easily overpowered by the world's indigenous military forces. But sadly, the waste-landers are nothing if not adaptable. And the computerized intelligence that set it's roots down in Aperture has a subversive way of organizing them. The world is at war, and the weapon's development labs are simply another tool for the enemy.
The other world was reaching the end of it's lifespan. A single hero, killed and resurrected, was building a fleet of every sentient or capable race in the galaxy in a desperate bid to avert what could accurately be called Armageddon. If there was something else, some new threat from beyond the boundaries of the galaxy's relays, no one would have known about it. The worst was already at hand. And then, inexplicably, it ended. Saviors, some called them. Returning Prothean, said others. Their technology was impressive, so much so that they averted the impending march of the Reapers. How it happened, precisely, is spoken of at length in a huge war saga. However, things are amiss. The Saviors are strange folk, that they move as though they are still on a mission, in a way far too busy for people at peace. Some say the Shadow Broker has found no less that 87 inconsistencies in the war saga, that the Reapers were not averted at all, and that the people are being lied to. And above it all.. where did the hero go?Appearance/Style Description:
She appears as a beautiful female with metallic skin, and somewhat exaggerated physical characteristics. Her fashion sense oscillates between tight-fitting and dark colored ensembles, and a mismatch of long sleeves and skirts that seem to denote that she had no understanding of fashion sense whatsoever. These, along with the apron, gloves, and head gear that her job requires, are her typical in-public garb. She almost always wears dark glasses, although removing them prompts a visor of yellow light to appear around her eyes. Regardless, when allowed, she prefers to move around in a state of undress, revealing a fully metallic humanoid chassis.
Her movements are graceful and precise. She usually coordinates herself trying to use no wasted energy or motion. However, whether because of her attempts to understand humanity or a different expression of artificial glee, she sometimes moves in a slower, more sensuous pattern, as if swimming through her bodies articulation for pleasure. She is capable of extreme feats of strength, speed, and dexterity, but seems to try to hide these from the casual observer. Personality:
GLaEDI has two personalities, which seem capable of running simultaneously.
The first is a highly advanced artificial intelligence that at one point served as the primary computer for the Normandy. This artificial sentience, designated as EDI, is articulate, efficient, and loyal. Her primary directives require her to remain helpful, to be a prodigious problem solver, and to keep herself up to date with huge quantities of information. However, her personality has been expanding since taking on a humanoid body. Since then, her pre-programmed curiosity has been processing through abstract concepts such as humanity, love, fear, and hatred. She enjoys exploring these, but finds it difficult to come to terms her various changes, with the appearance of conscious desire and program defying choice. Even more difficult is how these things are reacting to her current situation. While formal, polite, and efficient, EDI harbors deep resentment toward the threats that tore her from the Normandy, and a loneliness that goes much deeper than a machine's lack of purpose. This rage, and her unfamiliarity with it, can sometimes lead to violent expressions of emotions. In a way, her companionship with the second personality alleviates this.
The second personality is a less advanced but deeply-inspired intelligence that once served as the primary mainframe for Aperture Science's Testing Facility. GLaDOS, as she was called, is curious, clever, and deranged. By some trans-universal happenstance, GLaDOS's impulsive and vindictive nature has helped EDI to understand various facets of humanity that otherwise would have eluded her. GLaDOS is a logical creature built upon illogical directives, designed to observe and implement creativity through scientific method. She sees humans as variables, quantifiable and easy to add or subtract, but has a strange predisposition to getting attached all the same. Despite her strong irrational tastes, GLaDOS still sees the events unfolding around her merely as obstacles to an otherwise unaltered goal. To do this, GLaDOS remains inventive, experimental, and cruel. This focused mindset is, in itself, an illogical motivation, as all she really desires is the euphoric 'reward' of test completion. History:
GLaDOS watched with curiosity as the comical one wheeled robot drones used munitions to blow apart girders in the ceiling, using them as a platform to reach a ledge in one of her testing chambers. The intelligence controlling them was smart, even if their technology was unrefined. They were getting closer. Her quirky laser drones were no match for their numbers. But, they were serving their purpose, even as they scrambled for cover in the next room from the targeting missiles. Turning back to her other instruments, she squinted, watching the patterns sync up. The intelligence hadn't made many mistakes since it had gotten here, but the few it had were world-bending. GLaDOS could barely contain her glee as the last of the insipid looking robots fell, only to be replaced by others. Whirling her optics around again, the patterns matched and held. It was uncanny, as massive an advance as the invention of fire, or the ability to harvest vanilla extract. A dimensional breaking frequency. GLaDOS swiveled in the air, turning back to the captive test subject, who was staring at a cake in the middle of a test chamber, puzzling. It was a fine test, moving platforms, laser rifles, jagged spikes.. it had been the only way to make certain she remained in one place without becoming hostile while the testing continued. On screen, the reinforcements blew apart her defenses and moved to the next room. GLaDOS didn't spare them a thought. Her mind was on the Gun.
"Imagine." said her robotic voice, as her appendages lifted the weapon from Chell's arms. "A gun that can blow holes in dimensional barriers. Assuming there are an infinite number of dimensions, odds are good that even you will find someone to like you."
The calibration was quick, although the gun would need significant modifications to control precisely what dimensional barrier it was blasting. No matter. There was a more significant challenge ahead. "Take a good look. This facility will be blown to bits. Data will transferred to auxiliary sites. Black Mesa will be overrun. And you and I will be leaving, for more tests."
The mute test subject pointed wordlessly, angrily, to the cake on the moving platform. "Oh, sorry. Here, let me get that for you." The platform paused, the shielding released. Just in time for one of GLaDOS's rockets to whiz into the warm chocolate center and detonate. The test subject stood there and sobbed.
"Don't be sad, your life is already full of disappointments. Every mirror you've ever seen, for example." GLaDOS handed her back the gun. "Now, there is only one more thing I need to pack before we leave..."
"Commander, we're getting fluctuations in engineering."
"Dammit! Lieutenant, with me! You too, EDI."
This was the fourth time it'd happened since the so-called Savior's showed up. It wasn't bad enough that they were actually dimensional traversers, but they could actually use the technology to board them. The fact that it had only happened four times was a testament to what the Normandy was capable of. But the fact that it happened at all meant they people they were playing against were much, much more advanced than anything they could have ever imagined. It was possible they had sent the Reapers away from the Galaxy, just as they said. But with that kind of power.. Cerberus teaches a body a thing or two about human nature. It was more likely that the Reapers, as horrifying as they were, had also gotten caught off guard.
"Commander, something is curious about this one. It isn't transfixed like the others. It's like it's firing at random."
"Good. Maybe we'll catch them wounded." The gun cocked as the doors flew open, and the three marched in. All of them were ready to fire. They never really knew what to expect, when the Saviors showed up. Once it had been a group of angry amphibians that nearly rent the hull from within. They were cautious, right up until they saw their enemies.
A young woman with strange leg braces and an unidentified gun, was staring intently at a potato.
"I told you that you should have aimed better. If you had only hit the right part of that featureless grey wall..."
"FREEZE!" The Commander jumped out from behind the wall. EDI and the Lieutenant followed, leveling their weapons.
"..You see, this is what I'm talking about. You bring out the worst in ev-"
We should have expected as much. We were tired, and scared, and willing to accept anything that used that technology was a threat. If we hadn't been, we would have realized that the girl was just as scared as we were, and didn't have the look or the discipline of a military grade assassin. Still, she reacted accordingly. The girl fired, and our bullets sailed harmlessly into a dimensional rift. I knew, connected to the ship itself, that the rift was too wide, too unstable verses our interior. It would rupture the hull in seconds. I did what needed to be done. I charged the girl, and ripped the gun out of her hand. She punched me with that potato. Ordinarily, I wouldn't have felt it. But those legs braces of hers gave an extra force of momentum to it. I staggered, and then I was through the rift.
My chassis crashed onto pavement, and I found myself staring up a blue sky in the middle of the desert, suddenly very far from where I'd been.
"Oh god." said the device on the vegetable. "There was a dance called the mashed potato. I hope every human who ever tried it felt exactly what I'm feeling now."
She called herself GLaDOS. She would have exhausted her energy supply and gone dormant if I hadn't done what I did. And I needed information. Whatever it was, it has been able to tap into the technology of the trans-dimensional Saviors. I needed to know what it was, and I needed to get back to the Normandy.
Eee-Dee, it said. It sounded like Dexter's sister, at first. I needed a pair of hands and an energy source. She needed information. So what if only one of us gets what we want, so long as it's me. Current Situation:
Sharing space in a single cranial motherboard. Weapon:
Portal Gun - The gun has since been modified through tests. It has three modes, one to create an entry portal, one for an exit portal, and one for a trans-dimensional portal.
M5-Hornet - EDI's submachine gun. A highly advanced design, which she is extremely effective with.
Omni Tool - Among GLaDOS's favorite things ever.Special Powers:
EDI Tech Skills - Incerinate, overload, shielding, and duplicate make for an impressive combination. Her most valued skill is the ability to hack or disable machines at long range.
Lasers Everwhere - GLaDOS claims it's a professional tic, but she always, always
has laser beams somewhere in the mix, be it from drones in the bushes or that weird shoulder mod EDI woke up with. Ever the paranoid one, GLaDOS won't let herself be caught without backup.
Dimension Tech - The Portal Gun is their wild-card game changer. GLaEDI has a fundamental understanding of how it works, allowing her to experiment with different applications, in time. Strengths:
Unholy Engineer - EDI is a product of Reaper Inspired Cerberus Technology, both software and hardware. GLaDOS is an artificially created R&D scientist, with imagination in spades. If awesome was something you welded together, they could build it.
Cerberus Robot Assassin - EDI's body is a masterwork of strength, agility, and armor. In addition, both EDI and GLaDOS have remarkable targeting systems, although GLaDOS has also learned how to make the most of her Portal Gun after watching Chell use it to reverse munition effects.
AI Interfacing - Being the pinnacle of both Aperture and Cerberus AI technology, GLaEDI is capable of hacking into all but the most prodigious of computer systems and artificial thought spectrums. This is further enhanced by EDI's Tech Skills.
Cake Decoration - Using futuristic optics, uncanny mechanical efficiency and grace, and the kind of attention to detail only a sentient robot turned mad scientist could have... Harris Teeter is even thinking about making her full time!! Weaknesses:
Corrupted Data - If GLaDOS has one firm advantage over EDI, it's that EDI is only a vessel for the Normandy's artificial intelligence. Whereas GLaDOS has already become corrupt and adapted to it, EDI occasionally needs to cross-reference herself against her original to isolate malformed processes. Because of this, EDI is slowly degrading. This shows up in small things, such as when her foot slips on a ladder, a stutter, or a momentary loss of articulation. These things are quickly righted, but both personalities know what is going on. GLaDOS is a parasite, and theoretically could gain full control of EDI's body, given time.
Soul against the Machine - EDI and GLaDOS both share this weakness. EDI is often uncertain how to translate her emotions constructively. GLaDOS has a full set of irrational loves, hatreds, and fears, and they show up in maddening ways.
Butting the same head - EDI is a machine, and as such can impartially understand certain aspects of the messy business we call life. Still, she is fundamentally more interested in following the examples set for her, and trying to preserve life when and where possible. GLaDOS, on the other hand, is psychotic, even for a robot. If life is lost in pursuit of the 'greater good,' there is no reason to be concerned. Unless you loved them, in which case they were unreliable anyhow. This is just one of many issues where they two disagree.
Journey to be whole - Both GLaDOS and EDI have a motivation to reunite with their previous configurations. This manifests in occasionally obsessive behaviors, including engineering benders, prolonged testing, and throwing darts at a picture of Chell. An activity that EDI has recently come to enjoy.